Today was the fist full day of preschool and I may have done a small victory dance after dropping Becca off. She didn't cry! She just went right in and started playing at the "Science" table with the rocks and shells and plastic reptiles!
I tore out of the parking lot on two wheels whooping with joy! Two and a half hours to myself during my good (aka non-napping, non-cankled, non-worn down) morning hours! YEE HAW! I don't know WHY I was ever hesitating about signing her up. Thanks again, Mom and Jo Anne, for the sage advice. That kid is READY for school. And, so is her mother.
So, I got coffee, window shopped, went to the doctor (a bit more progress since last week, but nothing to write home about), went to the post office, went to a farm stand to buy local produce, went to the gas station, talked on the phone. It was the strangest feeling. I just wasn't even sure what to do with myself. Two and a half hours was a lot of time to fill. I think next week I'm going to try coming home during the school hours to be all alone in the house--that is the ultimate luxury!
Hospice files: P. goes home
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